Felicia slipped the white heels onto Anita's cold feet. George now rolled a silver coffin into the room. Scooping my wife's corpse into his arms; he p...aced her in the coffin. Sitting her up; he watched Felicia bring out what I recognized as my wife's wedding veil and short train. Felicia positioned it over her shoulder length hair with her face uncovered. She applied eye shadow and eyeliner before opening Anita's eyelids revealing her lifeless blue eyes staring out into space. With a little red. That night she stared at her ceiling as sleep evaded her. Despite what she had believed earlier, the situation with Darren had slipped out of her control. Monday would most likely be the turning point. She tossed and turned as her mind refused to quiet itself and accept slumber. In the early morning hours exhaustion finally overcame her.The harsh sound of the bell announced the end of yet another school day. As students made their way down the halls Darren entered her classroom.Stacy tried to. It all changed when Dee recommended me to Mags, the lady whose house was used by her keep fit group each week as she lived in a huge house with a huge empty room (supposed to be the dining room) that wasn’t used. Anyway Dee introduced us and I was told how the garden hadn’t been touched for several years and that her husband wanted it sorted out. This saved my life as it was a big job and would keep me in work for two or three months. When I arrived I was shown the garden and told that I should. Oh, yeah, baby, he thought, I am going to fuck you for the rest of my life! The very thought of that made him shiver.Then she was done with her self-abuse. He helped her to her feet and, looking at her beautiful body, his cock got hard again. As if it too had eyes and loved what it was seeing. This put an idea into his head."Tracy, I know it's late, but I just have to feel my cock in your pussy. For just a few minutes at least. So, turn around, bend over, and grab your ankles." He didn't ask.